I Don't Think It's Too Late

Sleeping with you on the couch

Was the best I've felt in months

You know you're my family

Until the day that all my blood stops running

And my heart gives up

They find me in the bathroom tied off

Or like Jason on the kitchen floor

Chain lock on the door & receipts on the table

Twelve unread emails

I was going through withdrawal in a mall

I threw up in the food court

Waiting on a call to come through

And the more half-baked romantic part of my brain

Told me that that was the thing to hold on to

Is it too late?

Were the best times of my life mistakes?

I owe a lot of apologies

And I wish I’d made some of them sooner

Should’ve spent more time around mountains and trees

I should've moved back out of the city

I wish I'd read more of the books I bought

Unless heaven is as boring as we always thought

Then I hope they let me read all of the books I brought

I hope they let me read all of the books I brought